Chapter 695


    Percival stroked her hair with an indulgent smile, his voice a gentle murmur, "I''ll take you to the hospital first. Got some errands


    to run, and then you''reing to stay at my ce tonight."


    His "ce" was his sprawling private estate.


    Vivienne blinked, teasingly suggesting, "Should | clean up and wait for your royal favor?"


    She was already daydreaming about her Mr. Wolf seducing her in nothing but his birthday suit.


    So tempting!


    Percival was momentarily speechless. Since when had his Vivienne be so... frisky? And what was that at the corner of her


    mouth?


    Drool?


    What thoughts were swirling in that little head of hers?


    "Ahem!" Percival snapped back to reality, his tone a mixture of amusement and resignation. "Aren''t you supposed to be holding a


    memorial service?"


    Vivienne paused, then said, "Oh, right!"


    She had nned a service to send Francis off.


    To the animal realm, so to speak.


    She initially wanted to hold it at Emerald Mountain, but it was too far, and with her mother still unconscious, she couldn''t leave.


    So, she asked Mr. Wolf to find a ce for her ceremony to bid Francis farewell.


    She hadn''t expected Mr. Wolf to pick his vi. She had thought... well, that Mr. Wolf had other intentions.


    How embarrassing!


    Percival, with a blend of exasperation and affection, assured her, "Once I''m done, I''ll pick up what you need. It''ll probably take all


    day, so I''ll have Thomas pick you up!"


    Vivienne had no words.


    Seeing her like this, Percival couldn''t help but chuckle. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Don''t worry, Vivienne, that


    day wille eventually.”


    Vivienne was left speechless—his words making her seem all too eager.


    At the Linter Mansion.


    The entire Linter family sat together in the living room. Yorick had only recently regained consciousness and was still weak,


    but his eyes shone with excitement. The night had fallen, yet no one suggested going to bed.


    Suddenly, the sound of car horns echoed from outside, and Yorick, agitated, stood up, asking, "Is he back? Has he returned?"


    Dracon quickly steadied his father, peering out the window with a gloomy look. "Yes, my big brother is back."


    Why did he have toe back?Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    His big brother was now a veritable legend in Veridia, while he was the mocked and scorned ck sheep of the Linter family.


    Just as he was trying to shed thatbel, his illustrious brother had to return.


    With his brother back, would he ever escape the ridicule?


    It was bad enough when Hector returned—although his achievements didn''t quite measure up to their eldest brother''s. But now,


    with both the renowned brothers home, what ce did he, the so-called failure, have in the Linter family?


    The thought was suffocating!


    Outside, a line of sleek ck cars pulled up in the driveway, their headlights piercing the dark, a disy of sheer authority.


    The patriarch, still frail, shuffled toward the door with Hector''s support as the rest of the family followed.


    As they stepped outside, the man they had been anticipating descended from his vehicle—a figure in a sharp ck trench coat,


    his presencemanding.


    Upon seeing his family, the formidable air around him softened, but the palpable tension didn''tpletely dissipate.


    He nced back and murmured something to the person beside him, who promptly drove the car away and then faced the


    approaching duo.


    Arthur Linter greeted with a simple, "Dad."


    Then, kneeling before the old man, he continued, "Dad, | haven''t been here to fulfill my duties as a son, and for that, I''m sorry."


    Throughout the years, Arthur had been consumed by battles and campaigns, neglecting his family affairs. As the eldest, he bore


    the weight of his absence and the guilt of not guiding his siblings.


    Emotion crept into his tone, revealing his deep-seated remorse.


    At those words, Yorick embraced his son tightly. "It''s good to have you back, son. That''s all that matters."


    For years, Yorick''s greatest wish was for Arthur to return home safely. Now, with his son before him, safe and sound, tears welled


    in his eyes.


    After a brief catch-up, Arthur finally noticed Dracon standing quietly to the side. He asked pointedly, "What? Not happy to see


    me?"


    Dracon quickly put on a smile, "Arthur, of course, I''m happy. | didn''t want to interrupt your chat with Dad."


    Arthur''s hawk-like gaze lingered on him for a moment before shifting to Hector.